I put my queen size bed together by myself and the instructions said it was a two person job. Ha!

I also hung two, large, crystal chandeliers by myself and thought I was a sweaty, huffing mess by the end, I felt like superwoman!

I've also done all the painting in my place and all the moving of furniture. I have a boyfriend, but he works in the restaurant industry, so when I get home from the office, he's usually just an hour or two into his day. Needless to say, I do a lot of my projects when he's not around.

I stripped my entire kitchen and hallway of the worst wallpaper I'd ever seen! And then took off the cabinets, sanded them and repainted them with a washed in glaze.

Oh! Actually my best one was last summer - built a pantry closet. Took an unused corner of my hallway and just built one, figuring it out as I went.

My husband has learned by now to just let me go, and never to be surprised by what he sees when he walks in LOL!

Last yr. on a whim I got the bright idea to move a very large beveled mirror by myself:

I climbed up on the buffet, lifted it off the hooks and immediately felt a searing burning pain run down my arm from my shoulder. Of course I was now hunched over on the buffet holding the mirror mid air. Before this incident I couldn't tell you when the last time I cried was. Boy did I cry this time. The Dr. told me that I stretched all of the nerves in the solar plexus area and that hopefully w/o physical therapy I would slowly regain feeling and use of my arm. My arm was dead weight and I had no feeling for a very long time (weeks). Slowly the nerves began regenerating and gradually I regained use and feeling up to my hand. It was almost a year though until I regained the feeling and in 2 of my fingers. Total healing time was about 18 months and the physiacl therapist that I work for now told me I was very lucky to regain full use.

I had two huge projects that I did in my old house in WI. Whwn I first moved there the kitchen had plastic tile 2/3 of the way up the wall and wallpaper at the top. After living with that for sveral years I decided to pop off the plastic tile and wallpaper. Underneath were thick grooves of hardened glue/goo/mastic that I had no way of removing. The walls are real plaster in this house. So after thinking about it very many weeks, I decided to stucco the walls myself. I also had to build up the top part of the wall to match the thickness of the glue area. Then I painted the whole room with oil paint to seal it and later latex on top of that.

Years later I also decided to remove the asbestos vinyl floor by myself using a solvent and by hand scraping. This way no asbestos dust particles were created because I never sanded the floor. Once I got most of the black mastic off I had professional wood refinishers come in to do the floor. Underneath that nasty brown floor was a 1928 maple wood floor.

Anothet huge project was in the attic in this same house. I ripped up the carpet by myself - 520 sf of space. Then when floor people said pine floor would not refinish because of all the damage I painted the floor with a custom color.

I moved a concrete-lined four-drawer fire cabinet across fifty feet of plush carpet.

I painted my sofa's ugly chintz upholstery.

I sewed a silpcover for same sofa, with no experience, no pattern and no machine.

I dragged a 150-pound 9-foot-high wooden porch column out of a dumpster & carried it home six blocks on my shoulder.

I bought a stuffed moose head--with full antlers--and a stained glass window at a garage sale and carried them home on my ten-speed. Not on the same trip.

None of those things were easy, but the hardest decorating job I ever had was painting a laid-up friend's living room for her the way I had promised, even after I found out she wanted peach & seafoam green.

No, wait. Hanging the peach-&-seafoam-green-as-god-is-my-witness lace-&-polyester-ribbon curtains was worse, much worse. In fact, that was 25 years ago, but if I've had too much to drink before I go to bed, I still see those curtains in my dreams, calling, calling, calling me from the Other Side, "Come on, Mag! Room for one more!. Then I wake up screaming.

HAHAHA!!! That is TOO funny about the beckoning curtains!!

And y'all are AMAZING!!!!!

When I was first married, I was walking my pup through our apartment complex when I saw a chair with a sign that said, "Take me, I am free." It was a horrible yellow/orange 60's pattern, but had good bones. So I loaded my pup into the chair and carried them both home.

My dog thought she had a nice cushy ride. : )

I'm doing quite a bit of solo everything right now. My husband is recuperating from knee replacement surgery and we are in the middle of moving! I've been putting some large items on a blanket and pulling them across the floor. I'm dismantling whatever can be so I can lift them more easily and using tons of smaller boxes to pack things so I can tote them around as needed.I have made at least a dozen trips to the storage buildings and have two, full to the gills. I'm trying not to depend on anyone else until it's absolutely necessary. I don't think that I can get the refrigerator on that blanket :)